Pretty sure I was little too zealous getting back after it in the gym. I think I gave myself a stress fracture in my foot from the stairmaster. Boooooo.
So back in October, I was hunting these two particular bucks on a friend’s place. One was a really nice 10 point with long tines and the other was a wide 8 point with a bent over tine. Neither looked particularly old, but they were the best bucks I had seen on his farm. I got a couple of glimpses of them while I was in the woods, but couldn’t seal the deal. On my last day archery hunting, before I hit the road for my western hunts, I was still hunting with my bow, on my way to check a camera, when out of a little ravine 35 yards in front of me pops a forkie that I recognized as running with the Bent Tine buck. A few seconds later, here comes the shooter. They were really close, 30 yards, and I choose my spots to nock and draw. I managed to get to full draw without getting busted and I got a good opportunity at the Bent Tine buck. I don’t know if I used the wrong pin, hit a branch, or he was closer than I thought, but my arrow caught him right below the backstrap. I tracked him for hours until the blood petered out. I assumed he was dead, thinking I had caught the top of the lungs. A month later he shows up on camera again, looking perfectly fine! I played cat and mouse with him for the last month. He would show up on camera any time I wasn’t there, and he would never be around when I was in the stand. He had been showing up about every other day, sometimes in the AM and sometimes in the PM, and never approaching from the same direction. My son and I spent a lot of time in the blind, waiting and waiting and waiting! I really wanted to shoot him, but after my son passed up a pretty nice buck to hold out for this buck, I figured he earned the chance to hunt the Bent Tine buck, so he had been the shooter all this month. We set out yesterday early on a trip to the doctor, trying to get to the stand early, since the day before we had busted deer on the way in at 3:45. The doctors office took way longer than it should have, and we didn’t get to the farm until 4:30. At this point, I decided that we couldn’t make it to the stand without busting the entire place, so I told him we were going to still hunt and sneak through the woods and hopefully see the deer before they saw us. I also prepped him for how difficult this was going to be (the ground is covered with two inches of crunchy leaves and the wind was a bit inconsistent with a front approaching), and our chances were nil. He was much more optimistic than I was, since he got his biggest buck last year still hunting in the rain in the exact area these deer were in.
We crept through the woods with the winds generally in our favor, easing our way through the crunchy leaves and glassing every few steps. We were moving so slowly and quietly that we got to within 20 yards of does before we bumped them. After 100 yards I glimpsed two tiny bucks through the trees, about 150 yards away. At that point, our slow creep turned into an even slower pace, easing another 30 yards closer over the course of the next 30 minutes. I could see the small bucks and didn’t have a shot, with branches in the way and a small rise that I could see over but my son could not. After 30 minutes I caught a glimpse of an antler through the trees and froze. It was the Bent Tine buck munching on acorns. He was 50 yards to the west of the other bucks, and slowly moving their direction. My son couldn’t see over the rise, so I decided that I would have to be the shooter. I crept another 5 yards, in plain view of two small bucks, but I moved in slow motion and they never saw me. I got to a point with a small shooting lane where I thought I might get a crack at the buck if he continued feeding to the east. I just didn’t know if I would get opportunity before I ran out of shooting light.
I had my tripod fully extended already since I knew I would have to take the shot standing. I set up the tripod on maximum height and waited. After a few minutes he fed out and I got my shot. It broke clean, but I didn’t see the hit. I saw deer running and then saw the two small bucks milling around, but didn’t see the big buck. A few minutes later we found him piled up 40 yards from the shot.
He was beat to hell... he had a compound fracture in at the bottom of a rear leg, and a large gash on his belly, probably from not quite clearing a barbed wire fence.
In addition, during the quartering process, I investigated my arrow impact and found the wound completely healed. The arrow hit right at the top of the ribs/bottom of the backstrap. It was an over the top WASP expandable. The entrance wound was at the boom of the near side backstrap and the exit wound was showed the top blade cutting into the offside backstrap and the two bottom blades going into the body cavity nd exiting between the top of the ribs. People talk about the “void”, and if it exists. I’m here to tell you that two bottom blades went into the “void” area immediately under the spine and may have caught the top of the lungs (or hit nothing). Void or not, it isn’t a lethal shot. Even more remarkably, I found one of my fletchings protruding from the offside of the wound, sticking out from between two ribs and encased in scar tissue!!!
He’s a small bodied young buck, like all the bucks in this area. Still, with the history and story behind this buck, he’s got a place on the wall!